One thing about New Orleans that you should know before you move here is that it is very hard to find a good bagel. Everything else about New Orleans makes up for the lack of good bagels, but, if this is a deal-breaker, I thought you should know.
I am talking about the kind of bagels people outside of the northeastern United States, and, I assume, Chicago, are used to.
I am not talking about California bagels, or Pacific Northwest bagels, or Texas bagels, or Iowa bagels, or bagels from Winston, North Carolina. I am talking about good bagels, not round bread.
Salem is the older part of Winston-Salem. A lady from Manchester, England, who now lives in Elkin, North Carolina just told me.
You can get a good bagel in New Orleans, but, to do that, you have to go to Humble Bagel on Freret Street, which keeps inconveniently odd hours on inconvenient days. Humble Bagel is run by hipsters, if I may use that term loosely. The proprietors or staff may disagree with the label. I have to call things as I see them.
Even harder than finding a good bagel in New Orleans, it is IMPOSSIBLE to get a good salt bagel in New Orleans. That is why I took advantage of being in Connecticut and I had a salt bagel for breakfast this morning from Bagel Man on Mill Plain Road. This bagel shop opens at 5:30AM.
I will tell about this and a whole lot more. I have plenty of time to kill at the Miami airport.